Before I start this story I want to make sure you know that Husby and I don’t have any children or grandchildren. Our back yard is fenced in and when the neighborhood kids are cutting through yards they leave ours alone because the pickets warn them of the cranky old people who live there. (Who but cranky old people would put up a fence anyway?)
When the ground is covered with snow, however, our back yard looks as though we have a thousand kids because of all the tracks in the snow. They aren’t kid prints though, they come from squirrels, rabbits, and even birds. Once in a while a deer will jump the fence and run through the yard, and there might even be a fox, but there are no kid snowboot prints or snow angels in our yard.
A few days ago the weather was really cold. I was surprised it was snowing with such a cold temperature, but because it was hovering around zero degrees F, the snow drifted down as light as dust. When the snow is that dry it also sparkles in the sunlight (and moonlight) like diamonds. I went out to sweep off the back deck and I saw that all of the animal tracks in the back yard were covered with the fresh snowfall. That’s when I noticed them. A lone set of prints, and they weren’t animal. They were human.
I saw a pair of very small human footprints right up against our house. There were no tracks leading to or from these two petit footprints. Who was peeking into our rumpus room window? An elf? Someone from beyond the veil? I asked Husby if he could explain it and he was at a loss.
If you have a sensible explanation for this set of prints, please don’t tell me what it is. I like to have a little bit of mystery in my life once in a while. And even though there could be a logical explanation, the prints set my imagination free for a while. Imagination and mystery ~ what a good combination for a cold winter day.
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